Thursday, March 27, 2008

Making of Ghalib

Some people say
It was his genius,
Some say
It was God's gift,
Some other say,
It was his drunkenness,
And God knows what else.

But I say
Why blame his genius,
Why blame his drunkenness,
Why blame his womanly beauty,
Why blame his manly mind,
Why blame his rampant desires-

It was all in the dust of Delhi.

Binod Mairta

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


the moon shine,
mountains glitter,
rivers flow,
falls fall.
Let us sit together
and talk.
I cann't see
your face or hand,
but I know
you are beautiful
I enjoy the touch.